Bigger On The Inside

	  		

Intro: G C A C 

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You’d think I’d shot their children 
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From the way that they are talking 
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And there’s no point in responding 
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‘Cause it will not make them stop. 


         G 
And I am tired of explaining 
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And of seeing so much hating 
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In the very same safe havens 
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Where I used to just see helping 


          G 
I’ve been drunk and skipping dinner 
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Eating skin from off my fingers 
      A 
And I tried to call my brother 
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But he no longer exists 


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I keep forgetting to remember 
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That he would have been much prouder 
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If he saw me shake these insults off 
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Instead of getting bitter 


     A  
I am bigger on the inside 
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But you have to come inside to see me 
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Otherwise you’re only hating 
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Other people’s low-res copies 


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      G 
You’d think I’d learn my lesson 
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From the way they keep on testing 
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My capacity for pain 
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And my resolve to not get violent 


    G 
But though my skin is thickened 
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Certain spots can still be got in 
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It is typically human of me 
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Thinking I am different 

  
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To friends hooked up to hospital 
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Machines, two kinds of cancer 
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And there is no better place than from this 
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Waiting room to answer 


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The French kid who wrote an e-mail 
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To the website late last night 
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His father raped him and he’s scared 
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He asked me “How do you keep fighting?" 


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And the truth is I don’t know 
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I think it’s funny that he asked me 
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‘Cause I don’t feel like a fighter lately 
C 
I am too unhappy 


        A 
You are bigger on the inside 
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But your father cannot see 
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You need to tell someone, be strong 
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And somewhere some dumb rockstar truly loves you. 


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      G 
You’d think I’d get perspective 
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From my few years by the bedside 
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It is difficult to see the ones I 
C 
Love so close to death 


            G 
All their infections and procedures 
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And the will to live at all in question 
A 
Can I not accept that my own 
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Problems are so small? 


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You took my hand when you woke up 
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I had been crying in the darkness 
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We all die alone but I am so, so 
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glad that you are here 

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You whispered “We are so much bigger on the 
C 
inside, you, me, everybody 
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Some day when you’re lying where I 
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am, you’ll finally get it truly" 


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We are so much bigger 
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Than another one can ever see 
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Trying is the point of life 
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So don’t stop trying 

Promise me.